Facets Of You, Love.

The jokester. The imbecile. The lover. The quiet. The angry. The brilliant. The fickle. The steadfast. The liar. The promising. The abandoned.

Long Months: Years.

I'm putting "and wonderful" on the second space and "ahead" before the period.

:)

Then this: For Shirley.

Not Enough Black. Not Enough Blue.

Not enough red either.

I want you binding your broken hands on that hill- once you've reached it.

I'm on the other side of your continent already.

You got too busy chasing butterflies on that path.

And I got too busy chasing the blue of that sky.

Jenny Said, Write In Images.

Her face looks confused between laughter and tears.

Her mouth opens wide to let out laughter, to let out sobs.

(Here's me trying...)

She closes her eyes.

Smiles and breathes deeply.

Opens her eyes and smiles as the music soars.

It was all worth it, she thinks.

Somehow.

(See, I will remain that faithful dreamer. That faithful believer. That faithful hopeful... this is just a small, failed test... but there are individuals out there worthy of my faith. Worthy of faith.)

So soaring I will remain.:)

And Strangely Enough.

My birthday gift to myself is an actual, sort of heehee, rebirth.:)

Wow... and the markers started on that day of the departed...

Strange...

I like it.:)

November Weepings.

I wrote those entries before as my markers for the distance I have covered from my recovery from heartbreak.

I was not able to put a last marker then...

Now I realize that it's because you cannot really put recoveries such as the one I self-imposed on a timeout of some sort. _{(Actually, I've always known this- but I've always been sort of the stubborn type. Sometimes I just refuse to acknowledge certain human "frailties.")}

You can only help yourself. Be effortlessly happy and that same happiness will one day just make you realize that that numbness has already been replaced by greater joys and expectations and certain forms of giddiness.

In the end- Shirley is enough.

Shirley is Wonderful.:)

The Truth You Think You Know, Beloved.

Is not going to remain so.

No longer.

These be the last tears you make me hold in.

Sometimes, even the closest of kin, no not sometimes but always- has to deserve affection, trust, love-- they are not mere human affectations.

The land you have tilled with your lies- I have stopped calling it home a long time ago but under the roof of that cafe I have lingered too long... now this too-faithful traveler has to look for another land.